"Ode to An Empty House"
in memory of my childhood home
and my parents who went to Glory this year
The house lies silent in the sun,
the sound of wind sighing in the
trees no more.
I turn my key in the lock
and step inside the door.
Gleaming floors reflect filtered light
no foot heard on the stairway treads,
the stillness of an empty home.
The rail that felt a thousand childrens' hands
polished to a golden brown.
No Mama in the kitchen,
no Daddy in his chair
the cupboard doors hide nothing now
there's empty shelves and bare.
Each step across this floor,
hundreds of times each day
the footsteps got slower over time
but the love it yet remained.
Only silence in an empty house,
they've crossed the threshold o'er
and from here I cannot see them
standing on the other shore.
The silence echoes a sad refrain
and empty rooms are all I have to see,
the tears trace hot and salty pathways
and memories linger free.
home of love and grace,
the walls would echo if they could
that God dwelt in this place.
(My childhood home, ready to sell
Beautiful memories available for free!
Anyone who buys this house will be blessed
I know! There's been so much love and goodness
and godliness here that the very walls breath it out.)
My life is one that involves a lot of creative trial and error with some happy successes. I love nature and God the Creator. My days are spent at home and I love the sweetness of a day lived well. This Blog is a by product of all of those elements and I really enjoy sharing my life with others in this way. Enjoy and be blessed!
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